Open Door
Surrounded by doors.
Where am I supposed to go?
How am I supposed to know?
The wood grazes my hand as I let it travel along the door.
I follow the indentations of another.
The cold grasp of the handle tingles.
I lay my head upon the wall.
Small creases form in my head.
"Where?" I ask myself.
My heart pumps with every beat.
The closer I get to a door,
the faster the beat.
No matter where I go, it beats fast.
I stop.
To the side,
a door.
Just like all the other ones.
But this one seems different.
The expected cold from the handle
isn't there?
Along the wood,
splinters are threatening to pierce
through my delicate skin.
It's rotting at the bottom of the door.
I grasp the handle.
Rushing warmth tingles my hand.
My heart is at a steady calm.
I open the door.
Surrounded by doors.
© femalealpha
Where am I supposed to go?
How am I supposed to know?
The wood grazes my hand as I let it travel along the door.
I follow the indentations of another.
The cold grasp of the handle tingles.
I lay my head upon the wall.
Small creases form in my head.
"Where?" I ask myself.
My heart pumps with every beat.
The closer I get to a door,
the faster the beat.
No matter where I go, it beats fast.
I stop.
To the side,
a door.
Just like all the other ones.
But this one seems different.
The expected cold from the handle
isn't there?
Along the wood,
splinters are threatening to pierce
through my delicate skin.
It's rotting at the bottom of the door.
I grasp the handle.
Rushing warmth tingles my hand.
My heart is at a steady calm.
I open the door.
Surrounded by doors.
© femalealpha